Stream of Consciousness

Bring Forth the Pall
This red cycle ends yet Spring blooms a forest's crown unless wildfire comes ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
The Endless Road
The Endless Road Shadows drift across the hood, a restless silence fills the night. Moments fracture like broken glass, time slipping through
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Hairy Scary. Top Story - September 2025.
Quick note: a bit of a vent turned into a nutty stream.. 😳 *** 🧔🏻 You see.. Each strand use to mingle and tingle Atop my crown, and
By Grz Colmabout a year ago in Poets
Into the shadows
Follow the tune of the raven song into the shadows you'll find the slumbering Truth. Porcelain masks and magic mirrors there is no hiding from them here.
By Rae Janneyabout a year ago in Poets
Gathering. Top Story - September 2025.
Infinity: unlimited, endless, without bound* Gathering is all I have left of you now... But my arms cannot possibly hold all the beauty of that
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
Poetry is ruining this website
For the sake of Vocal.media and the writers who want to do more than the minimum, please remove the Poetry category. I'm not suggesting this with fancy poetic devices, a metaphor, allusions, or an unnecessary allegory.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
UNCERTAINTY
As I sit still, uncertain where to go The weight of the work before me feels so vast. My heart knows what it seeks, yet progress is slow
By Pamela Dirrabout a year ago in Poets
After the Eclipse
Even as Stellar waltzes subside and you and I go back to our days We find ourselves in this daily maze over which we ourselves preside
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Blocked
Type something, anything. Something real, something worthy, anything. Let the words flow like they used to break the blockade.
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
A Requiem to the Lordes of Poetry
Poetry is my blood it's full of pretension, that's a word, don't look it up, it's a word. Trust me and trust my pen. scrap that, cliché
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Invalidated Faces. Top Story - September 2025.
I am not depressed, but a lack of compassion shows in every mindless grin I'm faced with. I am used and abused; no pills can replace a life stolen, and resold for a few thrills.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
For you
“For you, my dear, my child, I’ll give my life” I swore and claimed non-stop to all the stars. Who would’ve thought with it we’d end up rife?
By Laura Rodbenabout a year ago in Poets